BIRD SHADOWS,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,!
HER LOVE WAS LIKE A BIRD SHADOW ,DARKING THE WALL,FLASHING STARLING PASSES ,THEN NO WHERE AT ALL,,BUT SOME OF US ARE POETS,TAKING WHAT THE WIND WILL BRING,,PESTERING THE SEASONS ,WINTER INTO SPRING,,,OTHERS PLY THE BREEZE,FEEL THE NEED TO SING,AND ALWAYS FLYING HIGHER,LOVING ON THE WING,, ,,THERE IN LIES THE PROBLEM,IF INDEED ONE DOES EXIST,SOME WILL ASK THE QUESTION,OTHERS WILL RESIST,
I NEEDED A DOUBLE HEART,ONE TO WATCH MY BACK,AND ONE TO FEED THE CHILDREN,AT HOME IN THE SHACK,,SO SHE FLEW AWAY,AS I KNEW SHE WOULD,AND NEVER ASK THE QUESTION,WHAT KIND OF LOVE IS GOOD,,,,NOW I'M COUNTING SHADOWS ALONE IN THE PARK,AND NEVER ASK THE QUESTION,WHAT HAPPENS AFTER DARK,,CAUSE QUESTIONS COME AND GO,BIRD SHADOWS ON THE BRICK,,
MY HEART REMAINS UNANSWERED,IS THAT WHAT MAKES IT TICK ?
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